Chapter 1: A New Lust For Life
Note: I am writing this with fictitious names to protect the identities of the people who wish to remain anonymous. My friends, "Carol and Mike", urged me to write this, and I thank them for their support (and much more, as you will read). I do not consider myself a "hot wife" or swinger, but just someone who is an extremely late bloomer. I discovered an intense passion for sex (and one sex act in particular), although about 20 years later than most people (I am in my 40's). I am still exploring, and while my story is rather tame (especially compared to many stories I have recently read on the internet), it deals with my thoughts as well as my actions. I don't think it is nasty, crude, or dirty, and I am telling this from a personal point of view (and it is not just a bunch of raw sex). I guess this will disappointment many of you. To me, it was a beautiful discovery.
For a visual description of myself, I am a fairly short brunette with straight shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, about 5'2, 120 lbs, and people say I look like the wife on the television series "Everybody Loves Raymond" (some people say I could be her double). I stay in shape by working out a few days a week (although I do have a slight paunch and my smallish boobs sag a little), and a constant diet (arrgghhh!). Actually, my diet HAS changed a little (giggle), but more on that later! I am also very conservative in many ways, and if any of my friends or family found out about my recent "blossoming", they would never believe it (many times, I don't believe it). I am a typical Midwestern soccer mom and suburban wife. I am an active parent in our daughters' parochial school, and even drive the proverbial mini van.
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I love my husband intensely. I am in love with him, but unfortunately, not "in lust". I love 90% of my life of the last 20 years, but the new "10%"? Oh boy, what fun! What I discovered (albeit very late) is that sometimes sexual experiences and love don't always have to go hand in hand. I have had several new experiences to describe, which I may write about later. This, however, is how it all began.
It all started last June when my best friend from college (we were roommates our last 2 years of college) invited me to spend a few weeks with her, and her husband, in their house in Malibu. Carol and I met in college in the Midwest, and sort of fell out of touch when she married Mike many years ago. He is in a television related business in Hollywood, and they have lived in California since they married. Carol is a successful real estate agent, but works only when she wants to.
For me, I married my college sweetie, Bill, and we settled down outside Indianapolis. We have active 2 daughters in a parochial school, and I am a stay at home mom. Bill's business in insurance is going great, and we have a "Leave It to Beaver" life. I never complained about anything, although Carol's yearly call at Christmas certainly makes her life sound so exciting compared to mine.
Since Carol and I attended a small Catholic college in Indiana (predominantly women), and we grew up in northern Indiana, we had very conservative values. This went for politics, fashion, and especially sex. Believe it or not, Bill is my first and only lover. Carol was much the same in college, but she sounds very different since living in LA the last 18 years. I guess you could say we are both upper class families, as our hubbies are financially successful.
Anyway, I was excited to see Carol, and her house in Malibu was beautiful: a pool, a view, and while not as big as our Indiana two-story colonial, quite large. Carol and Mike were the typical California couple: tanned, fit, and much more liberal than me. They almost seemed amused by my midwestern views and attitudes. They chose not to have children, and I felt my life was quite a bit more fulfilling with my two angels at home, and bald, chubby, but loyal hubby. With the girls at my mothers, and Bill working his 12 hour days, I was set to concentrate on getting a tan, lots of rest, and seeing Hollywood.
I did not realize that this trip would change me forever. It started one night when Carol and I were having too much wine to drink by the pool. She exclaimed that after 18 years of marriage, she and Mike were still so much in love. She said his sex drive never seemed to diminish, and in fact, they enjoyed it more than ever. They had sex a few times a week, if not more. I thought about my sex life, what there was of it, and how Bill never seemed interested. Actually, sex was never a big deal to us, and while I enjoyed it, I never understood what the big deal was. When the girls came along, it sort of killed any desire I has for sex. I assumed this was normal. As long as Bill had golf, his business, and the girls, he seemed happy as a clam. We had sex maybe once every couple of months. It was never very special- it had become a duty almost. I thought Carol was exaggerating, but said nothing. I could not understand what the big deal was.
Carol went on to ask me how sex with Bill was, and I politely lied and said "fine" (as I blushed). I then stuttered without thinking "when we HAVE sex....". Carol immediately picked up on this, and asked what was wrong. I replied nothing, but that it just was not a big part of our life. Carol seemed interested, and started to ask many questions. Forever being the lady, I told her I did not want to discuss this. She laughed, and we then talked about old friends at college. We saw many of the sights in LA, and did LOTS of shopping.